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Kittens and pianos
Helen's story about the woodchip turned toy turned aggressor reminded me of
a childhood amusement I used to have. (Don't ask me why, exactly. My brain gallops around in weird ways.) Anyhow, when I was growing up, Luna, our family cat was permitted to have several litters of kittens, before we finally carted her off and had her spayed. Before anyone says how irresponsible this was, I can only say, I'm sorry, I know better now and am very much a proponent of timely spaying and neutering. However, at age ten, I knew nothing about any of this, and only knew that kittens were absurdly amusing. We had also had a piano then, and I discovered a very simple but very amusing way to entertain myself. I would sit and watch the kittens playing, then play a note on the keyboard. WIthout fail, ALL the kittens would panic, and stampede for shelter--BEHIND the piano! If you looked in the little space between the back of the piano and the wall, you'd see a little stack of kittens hiding from the Piano Monster--or so they thought. They all looked very sweet all huddled up together back there. Before long, they'd emerge from hiding, and go back to playing. I'd let them play for a while, then hit a different note on the piano with the same results. Nor was it just the case with one litter. I kept playing this game with litter after litter, and ALL of Luna's children would scuttle to safety behind the piano. Part of me wishes I could test this theory with Nina. But then I realize, she's plenty cute the way she is. =o) Melissa |
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"Melissa Houle" wrote in message ...
Helen's story about the woodchip turned toy turned aggressor reminded me of a childhood amusement I used to have. (Don't ask me why, exactly. My brain gallops around in weird ways.) Anyhow, when I was growing up, Luna, our family cat was permitted to have several litters of kittens, before we finally carted her off and had her spayed. Before anyone says how irresponsible this was, I can only say, I'm sorry, I know better now and am very much a proponent of timely spaying and neutering. However, at age ten, I knew nothing about any of this, and only knew that kittens were absurdly amusing. We had also had a piano then, and I discovered a very simple but very amusing way to entertain myself. I would sit and watch the kittens playing, then play a note on the keyboard. WIthout fail, ALL the kittens would panic, and stampede for shelter--BEHIND the piano! If you looked in the little space between the back of the piano and the wall, you'd see a little stack of kittens hiding from the Piano Monster--or so they thought. They all looked very sweet all huddled up together back there. Before long, they'd emerge from hiding, and go back to playing. I'd let them play for a while, then hit a different note on the piano with the same results. Nor was it just the case with one litter. I kept playing this game with litter after litter, and ALL of Luna's children would scuttle to safety behind the piano. Part of me wishes I could test this theory with Nina. But then I realize, she's plenty cute the way she is. =o) Melissa This post made me laugh and startle *my* kitten! LOL! ------ Krista |
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"Melissa Houle" wrote in message ...
Helen's story about the woodchip turned toy turned aggressor reminded me of a childhood amusement I used to have. (Don't ask me why, exactly. My brain gallops around in weird ways.) Anyhow, when I was growing up, Luna, our family cat was permitted to have several litters of kittens, before we finally carted her off and had her spayed. Before anyone says how irresponsible this was, I can only say, I'm sorry, I know better now and am very much a proponent of timely spaying and neutering. However, at age ten, I knew nothing about any of this, and only knew that kittens were absurdly amusing. We had also had a piano then, and I discovered a very simple but very amusing way to entertain myself. I would sit and watch the kittens playing, then play a note on the keyboard. WIthout fail, ALL the kittens would panic, and stampede for shelter--BEHIND the piano! If you looked in the little space between the back of the piano and the wall, you'd see a little stack of kittens hiding from the Piano Monster--or so they thought. They all looked very sweet all huddled up together back there. Before long, they'd emerge from hiding, and go back to playing. I'd let them play for a while, then hit a different note on the piano with the same results. Nor was it just the case with one litter. I kept playing this game with litter after litter, and ALL of Luna's children would scuttle to safety behind the piano. Part of me wishes I could test this theory with Nina. But then I realize, she's plenty cute the way she is. =o) Melissa This post made me laugh and startle *my* kitten! LOL! ------ Krista |
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On Thu, 26 Aug 2004 21:56:17 GMT, "Melissa Houle"
yodeled: Helen's story about the woodchip turned toy turned aggressor reminded me of a childhood amusement I used to have. (Don't ask me why, exactly. My brain gallops around in weird ways.) Anyhow, when I was growing up, Luna, our family cat was permitted to have several litters of kittens, before we finally carted her off and had her spayed. Before anyone says how irresponsible this was, I can only say, I'm sorry, I know better now and am very much a proponent of timely spaying and neutering. However, at age ten, I knew nothing about any of this, and only knew that kittens were absurdly amusing. We had also had a piano then, and I discovered a very simple but very amusing way to entertain myself. I would sit and watch the kittens playing, then play a note on the keyboard. WIthout fail, ALL the kittens would panic, and stampede for shelter--BEHIND the piano! If you looked in the little space between the back of the piano and the wall, you'd see a little stack of kittens hiding from the Piano Monster--or so they thought. They all looked very sweet all huddled up together back there. Before long, they'd emerge from hiding, and go back to playing. I'd let them play for a while, then hit a different note on the piano with the same results. Nor was it just the case with one litter. I kept playing this game with litter after litter, and ALL of Luna's children would scuttle to safety behind the piano. Part of me wishes I could test this theory with Nina. But then I realize, she's plenty cute the way she is. =o) Very cute story. Unfortunately, that didn't work with Stinky, who regularly strolls up and down the keyboard, often in the middle of the night. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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On Thu, 26 Aug 2004 21:56:17 GMT, "Melissa Houle"
yodeled: Helen's story about the woodchip turned toy turned aggressor reminded me of a childhood amusement I used to have. (Don't ask me why, exactly. My brain gallops around in weird ways.) Anyhow, when I was growing up, Luna, our family cat was permitted to have several litters of kittens, before we finally carted her off and had her spayed. Before anyone says how irresponsible this was, I can only say, I'm sorry, I know better now and am very much a proponent of timely spaying and neutering. However, at age ten, I knew nothing about any of this, and only knew that kittens were absurdly amusing. We had also had a piano then, and I discovered a very simple but very amusing way to entertain myself. I would sit and watch the kittens playing, then play a note on the keyboard. WIthout fail, ALL the kittens would panic, and stampede for shelter--BEHIND the piano! If you looked in the little space between the back of the piano and the wall, you'd see a little stack of kittens hiding from the Piano Monster--or so they thought. They all looked very sweet all huddled up together back there. Before long, they'd emerge from hiding, and go back to playing. I'd let them play for a while, then hit a different note on the piano with the same results. Nor was it just the case with one litter. I kept playing this game with litter after litter, and ALL of Luna's children would scuttle to safety behind the piano. Part of me wishes I could test this theory with Nina. But then I realize, she's plenty cute the way she is. =o) Very cute story. Unfortunately, that didn't work with Stinky, who regularly strolls up and down the keyboard, often in the middle of the night. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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Very cute story. Unfortunately, that didn't work with Stinky, who
regularly strolls up and down the keyboard, often in the middle of the night. Theresa He isn't strolling. He's probably composing. Stinky sounds to me like a very artistic cat. Sherry |
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Very cute story. Unfortunately, that didn't work with Stinky, who
regularly strolls up and down the keyboard, often in the middle of the night. Theresa He isn't strolling. He's probably composing. Stinky sounds to me like a very artistic cat. Sherry |
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On 27 Aug 2004 12:21:01 GMT, itty (Sherry ) yodeled:
Very cute story. Unfortunately, that didn't work with Stinky, who regularly strolls up and down the keyboard, often in the middle of the night. Theresa He isn't strolling. He's probably composing Definitely influenced by Bartok. . Stinky sounds to me like a very artistic cat. He is very artistically beached on the daybed. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ |
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He isn't strolling. He's probably composing
Definitely influenced by Bartok. . Stinky sounds to me like a very artistic cat. He is very artistically beached on the daybed. Theresa Stinky Pictures: He's not beached. He's voguing. Get your camera, like a good slave. Sherry |
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